Sunbleached Stain Novels & Stories

Stormie- Six hours and many dyes later, the color couldn’t be concealed. They have tried to bleach my hair to the point that it should be fried by now, but nothing worked. I was as baffled as them about my hair, but aside from shaving my head, nothing could be done.

Her hair was purple and it was tied in a long ponytail that almost reached her waist, her nails were painted blue and they were sharp, her skirt was short, revealing almost all her thighs, her blouse was also a show tummy. Mystique gulped taking in her appearance as she sat on a stool beside the counter, her almost bare back was faced to Mystique as she licked her spoon after digging in to a cup of ice cream. Mystique frowned in disgust as she moaned in a sexual way while tracing her tongue all over the spoon.

Hunter returned, holding a plastic mixing bowl in one hand and an application brush in the other. Inside the bowl was a frothy blue mixture that reeked of chemicals strong enough to make my eyes water. I recoiled slightly, nose wrinkling as I waved a hand in front of my face. “What the hell is that?” I asked, eyeing the suspicious concoction like it might come alive and eat me. He smirked, setting the bowl down on the vanity in front of me. “Powdered bleach. Gotta lighten your hair first so the pink sticks better. Otherwise, you’ll just end up with a muddy mess.”

She was staring at her wardrobe. Her red gown was crumpled on the floor. There was a massive, dark purple stain of red from the sweetheart neckline all the way down to the waist, but the wine wasn't the worst part. Near the hem, the fabric was bubbling and turning orange. White spots were splattered across the skirt where bleach had been poured. Zoe was standing over the dress, her hands trembling. An empty wine glass lay on the rug, and a blue bottle of bleach was gripped in her right hand.

He needs to take care of the mess that has taken place last night. *** ******** Blake stands in the middle of the bloodied hall, staring out into the sky through the huge opening in the ceiling that has been damaged earlier today. Through the hole, he sees the sun rising from the east as the darkness slowly recedes. The sun feels as if it is peeking through the canopy of gold, pink and red clouds, as it grandiosely makes its presence known to the entire world. Looking at the sun blooming slowly while scattering its rays all over, it feels as if the darkness has surrendered itself to it and the horror of the previous night has been reliev

He applied the burnt blonde gently at first, but Sky’s hand suddenly came up and held Azxel’s jaw, thumb stroking it. “Rougher,” Sky murmured, still smiling. “If it doesn’t hurt, it won’t look good, we need it rougher.” Azxel obeyed immediately, sliding his fingers through the strand with firmer pressure, rubbing the bleach in until Sky exhaled quietly, not in pain, just acknowledging the sensation. Then Azxel added the pink streak Sky mentioned earlier, he added a thin, layer at the front edge of the blonde, just enough to stand out but not overwhelm it.

the blonde asked, her voice soft and friendly. Jane looked up, startled. "Oh, no, it's fine. I can manage." "Nonsense," the blonde insisted, stepping closer. "I have just the thing." She produced a small bottle of cleaning solution and a cloth from her bag. "Here, let me help." Jane hesitated but then nodded gratefully. "Thank you." The blonde worked quickly, applying the solution and rubbing out the stain with the wet cloth. Jane watched in amazement as the stain disappeared. "Thank you so much," she said, her voice filled with relief. "You're a lifesaver."

He flipped through pins of different ombre hair styles. "Why not pink and blue like that one?" Rayan pointed on the screen. "Yeah, but I did pink like, two dye jobs ago," Mick complained as he continued scrolling. "What about something like this with the blue and orange?" Rayan had pulled his own phone out to search for ideas. "If you got the orange close to your scalp, it won't be as noticeable when your roots start to show."

She smiled as she intentionally flipped the goblet and the liquid splashed on the white carpet. I felt as if my head had been beaten because of the act I witnessed him. Since he was not happy that I successfully cleaned his room, he found a way to give me another job. I felt like my jaw was stiff because the carpet was dirty. It knows that it is impossible to remove the stain from the carpet with washing and it is not so easy to wash because the alcohol stain is too sticky. They are made from the purest grapes without extenders, preservatives, or flavor replacement.